‘Lovely as ever,’ he said after cleaning me up and giving the exposed head a kiss before pulling me down onto the bed to kiss me. ‘Would you le...t me do the same to you?’ he asked. Now was crunch time. Could I? Would I? Well he enjoyed it my mind said, so it can’t be that bad. I started to tremble at the thought of having his big prick pushed up into me. Would it hurt? ‘No,’ he said in answer to my question. ‘Maybe a little with it being the first time, but not if you relax. Relax the muscle. He had a paintbrush in one hand and a tall empty glass in the other with a chunk of lemon in the bottom. He cast his eyes around the paintings on the wall and explained that he was outside creating his latest masterpiece. “I sell them through a dealer in Paris,” he said. His kaftan was liberally spattered with paint but, in a way, it really suited his bohemian appearance. He was probably in his late twenties with a mop of dark wavy hair, a great tan and a lovely white smile. He greeted me with. It was a woman with a long pony-tail. She put her ‘Smokey Bear’ hat on, spotted us walking that way and waited between the two vehicles.“Are you folks driving this rig?”, she asked.Nick took the lead and stepped slight between us. “Yes, ma’am. Anything wrong with it? U-Haul assured me it was good for all the states we’d be going through.”“No, it’s fine.” She looked at me, then at Nick, and took a step closer as if there was a need to avoid others hearing the conversation that would follow,. The accident occurred the day after I had overheard Julie and the dead woman in the coffee shop. The police had no leads. The car was found with no prints and no clues. They suspected joy riding kids. It seemed like a dead end. I was very sure Julie killed the old woman but there was no way to prove it. Then one of the investigators I hired called me. She had located the dead woman's sister and she lived in the city. I was over to her house in less than an hour. The dead woman was named Maria.